I got up at six, and the start of my day was all fags, coffee, thinking, and mental and physical tiredness.
Something in the way I think has been changing since I was diagnosed with ASD. I used to get terribly confused with anger and sadness, as they both felt the same to me. Lately I am starting to recognise anger. I have never been able to express anger, and I suppose that's because I was never really sure what it was. Well from now on, now that I think I know what it is, I'm going to allow myself the luxury of expressing it as and when I see fit. It's all good though. Something I've started to iron out, and something less to be confused about.
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